"I go to Brod—thence to Sarajevo——"
"The devil you do——!" cried Renwick in English, starting forward and staring at the man. And then more calmly in German,
"And how are you going?"
The fellow paused and looked out of the window again. "As to that—I do not know," he said slowly.
He had resumed his air of settled gloom, the dignity of which was somewhat marred by a vestige of powdered sugar upon his chin, but in spite of the low esteem in which Renwick had held him, all his former suspicions of the creature rushed over him in a moment.
"And suppose that I, too, should be going to Brod and Sarajevo?" he asked brusquely.
The stranger turned toward him a slow bovine gaze which gradually relaxed into the semblance of a smile.
"Ach so," he replied blandly, "then it is just possible that we may go together."
His manner was sphinxlike again, and the Englishman eyed him curiously, feeling a strong desire to kick him in the shins. But luckily he refrained, saying coolly.
"And what means of transportation do you propose to employ? Of course you know there are no trains——"